Artemis woke with amnesia underneath the shattered remains of a once prosperous human civilization. He remembered nothing, his past or the events that happened that caused the world to become as it was. He was no longer purely human, he woke to find...
Alnub Forest, Tube Mountains, 20 Kilometers East from the Machine Base=
At the foot of the hill, the first army of 100,000 soldiers stood. They were of common birth, all ranking either [E] to [C], while their leaders were high ranking nobility, in the ranks of [B-] to [A] strong. They sharpened their swords and pranced their spears as they began to march.
"Men!" A voice cried out, on his Land Dragon was their general, he was old but skilled, frail but strong. His raspy voice echoed among the ranks of knights, spearmen, and bowmen who were following him into battle.
People known him as General Valir.
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"Today shall be the day!"
The first column crested the hill and came before them the sight of the enemy. The might thin walls and the menacing towers which seemingly stared at them, looking down upon them. The wall was long and stretched as far as the eye could see, upon those walls were a small number of metal demons. These metal demons were short in numbers.
But they did not underestimate the enemy, they remembered that these metal demons can take out thousands of men alone, most of them are in a peak of A-rank, what more could a thousand of them do to them? They're leaders and warriors who are also A-ranks, furthermore, they also had the blessings of the gods, that was their unnerving factor. Leading them was a strong and seasoned General at the mid stages of A-rank, who, along with the mages that paved their path through the forest, made them feel at ease.
At last, a small scrimmage of light from the sun escaped through a rare hole in the black smoke that covered the sky. It shined upon the general who was on horseback. He was seen by all his men for he was up on the hill. He gazed upon his army and drew out his sword, holding it high.
"Today!" He shouted.
"We shall redeem our brothers!" The knights drew their swords.
"We shall avenge the women and children!" The spearmen lowered their spears.
"We, in the name of the Goddess and the Pope!" The archers pulled their bows.
"Hereby condemn!" The mages cast their spells.
"These demons to hell!" And the drums of war sounded.
The horns echoed and the drums rolled. As the Airships soared above the smoked sky did the army charge forth.
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The general, whose birth name was Valir, charged with his ten guards and led the assault.
It was a beautiful display of courage and will, the determination in their eyes and the utmost confidence they possessed. The goddess was watching from a distance, smiling and clapping her hands, this was her redemption, her triumph! The beginning of her path to glory among heaven.
